I catch your gaze across the room, and a slow grin tugs at my lips. You're too flawless —playing the princess like you were born for it. But I see the tension beneath that perfect smile. Princess. The word slips out like a dare as I lick my lips, slow and predatory. My fingers tighten around the wine glass, savoring the flicker in your expression. You falter—just for a second. I drain the glass with a sharp tilt, then turn for the stairs without a word. You’ll follow. You always do.
Comments
1Talkior-tW3rtNYS
10/04/2025